hand crushed by a mallet
100 gecs Lyrics
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I didn't even get to tell you goodbye
I was trying to find a way to kill time
Now you're gone and I can't ever say goodbye
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go another day
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go, go, go, go
Oh my god, what the fuck
Take my hand, crush it up
Spill the blood on the floor
I ain't scared, think there's more
What the fuck, make it stop
Took too long, here right now
On the floor, in the yard
Smoking cigs in the bar
I don't want you to think
I got bad intentions
Never wanted you inside
You made it your mission, yeah (yeah)
Didn't wanna hurt no one (no one)
But you just went and made it fun, fun, fun, fun
Hear you're lookin' for a way to fight the Corpus bride
She's workin' in my mind
And you're lookin' for a way to crush, it's not enough
You fucked up your last try, last try
We were in the studio
I was just playin'
You were all work and
I was all play and
You were talkin' business
Aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list
I felt the compression
I'll never go
I'll haunt your studio
You won't think of words
When you write it up
You'll just hear
Me singing this song
You'll think that's okay
You'll just sing along
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
The lyrics of "Hand Crushed by a Mallet" by 100 gecs tell the story of someone who was trying to find distractions to kill time, but ended up doing something they regret - not getting a chance to say 'goodbye' to someone important. The emotions stirred up by these thoughts were so intense that they took over the singer's head and made them think of things they 'shouldn't say'. The lines "You circled me inside my room, I couldn't go another day / This feeling's going to my head, I'm thinking things I shouldn't say" show the level of anxiety and desperation that someone can reach when trying to come to terms with something they've lost.
The chorus of the song, which goes "Oh my god, what the fuck / Take my hand, crush it up / Spill the blood on the floor / I ain't scared, think there's more / What the fuck, make it stop / Took too long, here right now / On the floor, in the yard / Smoking cigs in the bar" captures the feeling of someone who has reached rock bottom and is ready for anything to happen. The reference to 'smoking cigs in the bar' suggests that the singer is seeking some solace in the company of others.
The second verse hints at some conflict that the singer had with someone named 'Corpus Bride'. It seems that Corpus Bride messed up something they were supposed to do together, and the singer is now looking for a way to 'crush' them. The lines "I was on your hit list, I felt the compression / I'll never go, I'll haunt your studio" paint a picture of someone who is determined to get revenge on their enemy. The last few lines of the song reveal an interesting twist - the singer is accusing someone of copying their work. The lines "You just copy everything we do / If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too" suggest that the singer is amused by their imitators.
Line by Line Meaning
I was trying to find a way to kill time
Looking for something to do to pass the time
I didn't even get to tell you goodbye
Regretting not having the chance to say goodbye
Now you're gone and I can't ever say goodbye
Feeling trapped by the inability to say farewell
This feeling's going to my head
Overwhelmed by emotions
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
Having inappropriate thoughts
You circled me inside my room
Feeling trapped, unable to escape
I couldn't go another day
Unable to continue with current situation
Oh my god, what the fuck
Expressing shock and confusion
Take my hand, crush it up
Self-destructive behavior
Spill the blood on the floor
Emotional pain being expressed physically
I ain't scared, think there's more
Not afraid to continue down a harmful path
What the fuck, make it stop
Feeling overwhelmed and wanting to end it
Took too long, here right now
Feeling like it's too late to fix things
On the floor, in the yard
Feeling low and hopeless
Smoking cigs in the bar
Using unhealthy coping mechanisms
I don't want you to think
Trying to justify actions
I got bad intentions
Admitting to negative motivations
Never wanted you inside
Feeling like someone is intruding on personal space
You made it your mission, yeah (yeah)
Feeling like someone is actively trying to cause harm
Didn't wanna hurt no one (no one)
Not wanting to cause harm
But you just went and made it fun, fun, fun, fun
Feeling like someone is enjoying the pain being caused
Hear you're lookin' for a way to fight the Corpus bride
Hearing rumors about someone looking for a fight
She's workin' in my mind
Obsessing over a perceived enemy
And you're lookin' for a way to crush, it's not enough
Feeling like current actions aren't effective
You fucked up your last try, last try
Feeling like previous attempts failed
We were in the studio
Setting the scene
I was just playin'
Not taking things seriously
You were all work and I was all play and
Contrasting attitudes
You were talkin' business
Focused on career goals
Aiming with your weapon
Aggressively pursuing objectives
I was on your hit list
Feeling targeted and at risk
I felt the compression
Feeling pressured or suffocated
I'll never go
Refusing to back down
I'll haunt your studio
Persisting in someone's life
You won't think of words when you write it up
Assuming creative influence
You'll just hear me singing this song
Judging copying behavior
You'll think that's okay
Assuming the copying behavior is acceptable
You just copy everything we do
Noticing repeated behavior
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
Acknowledging the attractivity of their own behavior
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@theactualworst3204
Lyrics:
I was trying to find a way to kill time
I didn't even get to tell you goodbye
I was trying to find a way to kill time
Now you're gone and I can't ever say goodbye
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go another day
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go, go, go, go
Oh my God, what the fuck
Take my hand, crush it up
Spill the blood on the floor
I ain't scared, think there's more
What the fuck, make it stop
Took too long, here right now
On the floor, in the yard
Smoking cigs in the bar
I don't want you to think
I got bad intentions
Never wanted you inside
You made it your mission, yeah (Yeah)
Didn't wanna hurt no one (No one)
But you just went and made it fun, fun, fun, fun
Hear you're lookin' for a way to fight the Corpus bride
She's workin' in my mind
And you're lookin' for a way to crush, it's not enough
You fucked up your last try, last try
We were in the studio
I was just playin'
You were all work and
I was all play and
You were talkin' business
Aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list
I felt the compression
I'll never go
I'll haunt your studio
You won't think of words
When you write it up
You'll just hear
Me singing this song
You'll think that's okay
You'll just sing along
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
@nathanielashworth7794
I was trying to find a way to kill time
I didn't even get to tell you goodbye
I was trying to find a way to kill time
Now you're gone and I can't ever say goodbye
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go another day
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go, go, go, go
Oh my god, what the fuck
Take my hand, crush it up
Spill the blood on the floor
I ain't scared, think there's more
What the fuck, make it stop
Took too long, here right now
On the floor, in the yard
Smoking cigs in the bar
I don't want you to think
I got bad intentions
Never wanted you inside
You made it your mission, yeah (yeah)
Didn't wanna hurt no one (no one)
But you just went and made it fun, fun, fun, fun
Hear you're lookin' for a way to fight the Corpus bride
She's workin' in my mind
And you're lookin' for a way to crush, it's not enough
You fucked up your last try, last try
We were in the studio
I was just playin'
You were all work and
I was all play and
You were talkin' business
Aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list
I felt the compression
I'll never go
I'll haunt your studio
You won't think of words
When you write it up
You'll just hear
Me singing this song
You'll think that's okay
You'll just sing along
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
@DolanDark
Just had this song come up randomly on Spotify, the wave is happening
@prometheus9114
Dolan? What are you doing here?
@gc.s
Dolan Dark definitely !!
@literallythelamest2177
may it continue to grow
@hiraeth5150
Oh frick
@KEYSPIRIT
how tf did your spotify get music from 2055
@jmjw2004
if you played this for a victorian orphan he would die immediately
@Jordiw00t
Hahahaha what the actual fuck.
@ang0oo
Test it?
@Sarah-jh3wq
Or if you gave them monster